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The Universe Next Door
Look, there's King David, clear
as life~no, touched
with a lavender haze of distance.
He must have stepped across
on a harp-string
from one plane to another.
You don't believe in another
universe, where the Psalmist king
plucks his harp for a bunch
of business travelers surprised
to wear white robes?
You call this fanciful, mere
imagination? How do you suppose
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mankind achieved flight?
Think of Leonardo, his fine-
frenzy invention; and now
we've got 757s.
Was it King David
whispering~
as if through a membrane-thin wall,
a wireless line~
to one of those guys
on Flight 93
the words of his Psalm,
that caused the plane to crash
right through
to the next universe.
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